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New Drax Mix: “Zero Moon Mix 4/20/12”

Zero Moon Mix 4/20/12 on 8tracks

Black Sea of Trees,  Northumbria | For the Animals,  The Cult | Serpents, Sharon Van Etten | Lifeline, A Swarm of the Sun | Repeater, A Swarm of the Sun| Wolf Like Me, Lera Lynn | Stay with Me, The Mission | The Sound, Swans | Navras, Juno Reactor vs. Don Davis | Sanvean, Dead Can Dance


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Better Things: The Life and Choices of Jeffrey Catherine Jones (A film by Maria Paz Cabardo)

I like the Moebius bit: “Life is not fair most of the time.”

From the film’s official site: 

This is a film about an artist: Jeffrey Catherine Jones. It is narrated and told through the experiences and perceptions of Jeffrey, but is guided and shaped by a group of creators who were influenced by and worked with Jeffrey at various stages of her life. At the beginning of the film, the question is posed, “Who is Jeffrey Jones?” Jeffrey did not have an answer. The film informs the viewer about Jeffrey’s life at a level never provided to the public before, but does not claim to have answered the question. It is left to the observer to decide.

Featuring commentary by: Michael W. Kaluta, Bernie Wrightson, Moebius, Roger Dean, Dave McKean, Rick Berry, Rebecca Guay, Paul Pope, Bill Sienkiewicz, George Pratt, Mark Chiarello, Louise Simonson, Henry Mayo, Terese Nielsen & Neil Gaiman

I desperately want to see this film. But even more than that, I want everybody to see this film, I want this film to be released.

Right now, that’s looking problematic.

On March 22, 2012 wrote on The Art of Order:

I recently had a conversation with [director] Maria, and she is coming to the end of her journey with this film – but has come to the end of her energy as well. She is trying to raise $4k to cover the last remaining costs from producing the piece, and I jumped in and asked her if I could take on that challenge for her. And this is where I’m going to ask the community to step up and help me out. I know we all have limited funds, but I also know that I have more than 3,000 folks that read this blog on a daily basis. If you are willing to pitch in just a couple bucks…significantly less that the cost of a coffee at the standard US Starbucks coffee house…we can help Maria wrap up this process.

This is a project worth supporting and bringing to a conclusion, ie, its release. If you feel similarly, zap on over to The Art of Order and please consider making a donation. I did. The Creep did, too. And we thank you.

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Hello, Beautiful (almost, last night)

This photo was taken 16 hours ago using a Canon EOS 60D.

By quigley_brown (Jim Hamann)

via flickr


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Jeffery Catherine Jones, January 10 1944 – May 19 2011

2011 saw the passing of my “favorite living artist,” Jeffrey Catherine Jones.

JCJ bio

This modest gallery will have to serve as a late hour but well-intentioned tribute.



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He’s Coming. “And He Absolutely Will Not Stop. EVER. Until You Are DEAD.” — The Terminator

Smashing Santa by JO CHEN!

And of course it’s the Zero Moon, too.



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HEXES the sunday spectra 10/23/11

R E Q U I E M      F O R     A     B L A C K     C A T

My beloved and ancient black cat Flood died in June. He was about 18 years old, the longest-lived cat that I ever knew. Flood’s death was hardly unexpected, but it was still pretty sad. I had spent more than a third of my life with that damn cat. Flood and I had lived together in five separate locations—four apartments and one house—and he had shared his feline dominion of those various homes with a total of 8 other cats. (Human total, 6.)  And through it all Flood had been a steadfast familiar, staring out at danger and terror and uncertainty from the safety of the shadow he always found, his eyes wild and huge and unblinking, his poor coward’s heart pounding and pounding in the dark, my poor Flood. The killer black cat that slew all the human women and rattled every nervous child who crossed his path was in reality just a big pussy, he was a real ‘fraidy cat, my Flood.

It was okay. I kept his secret for the most part, I played down his cowardice. I nodded to the slain women who affectionately stroked him and told the hesitant children that yes, Flood is wonderful and friendly and so good with people but often I wished he were just a bit more Black Panther than Cowardly Lion. The fucking Black Cat was afraid of the dark.

“So what’s so terrifying?” I asked him. “What’s out there in the dark?” Everything Flood purred bugs ghosts sounds wind birds smells and other cats, mostly. He purred, he slept. Fucking cat. Some sidekick he was.

So I taught Flood a trick so he would always have a safe perch. I would hoist him to one shoulder and he would grab hold, catch his balance, and sort of sling-grip himself across my shoulders. I could get up, walk across the room, take a piss, come back, light a cigarette, etc, and Flood would still be sitting on my shoulders, digging in with his claws, sure, but purring loudly, oh yeah, he was getting to ride the smokey giant. This started when Flood was a kitten and continued for many years; I hadn’t performed this “trick” with Flood all that much in the last five, and in the final months of his life I had begun to lament that I did not have easy access to a photograph of Flood on my shoulders. (By the time he was 18 years old I would be damned if I would stage one with his old bones.) Anyway, this is a panel by Bernie Wrightson from Poe’s THE BLACK CAT, and Flood and I looked something like this:

Flood wasn’t a total wimp. He got turned on by spectacular escapes for purposes of exploration. In his prime he could leap like a goddamn mountain lion, long black flash sailing through the air. And he could charm everyone, the fuzzy black bastard. All except one person! My son, Damien. He was not crazy about Flood, oh no. Damien was not.

Flood stands guard over Damien

Damien didn’t like being rubbed or touched by Flood. Poor kid. The smallest and youngest need someone to kick. Anyway. As Flood grew weak in his final weeks, Damien often asked me what Flood would look like in the ground, once he was dead, as Damien was aware via my gently shared plans that we would take care of Flood until he was gone, and then we would have a funeral for him in the woods, with a grave so he and Dakota might visit Flood whenever they wished. “But what will he look like in the ground?” This satisfied him, sort of:

Then, Flood died.

Three Feet Down, Maybe

So Long, Buddy

†  †  †

So it’s all done, and the kids and the Warrior Woman go back to the house but I am hanging graveside for a bit, hanging with Flood, now a true ghost and shadow cat. The cross thing was a happy accident from the pieces of broken paving donated by my neighbor, THE CROSS was a touch the kids appreciated. I was more concerned about the stones preventing animals from digging up my poor cat. And speak of the devil, there came the crunch of an animal in the woods as I stood by Flood’s grave. It was a deer, circling around. Deer are very common where I live, so the moment didn’t bowl me over with “magic,” as in, “and oh, the animals of the forest came to pay their respect to noble Flood,” or some such nonsense. No, it was a goddamn deer crunching around in the woods, and I stood by my dead cat’s grave and smoked my cigarette and waited for the deer to go away.

It didn’t go away. It kept circling closer, closer. So I thought, Fuck it, take a picture.

Nothing, not even close, except for that last one. That little bright spot is the doe’s eye, looking at me. She kept nosing closer and closer and so yeah finally, it was weird. “Is this the spirit that has been chasing my poor cat his whole life?” I said out loud. “Is this it?” I asked Flood. “This the creep?”

Flood didn’t seem to think so. He had been so tired.  It seemed ok. The black cat was finally not afraid.

†  †  †

Text © Simon Drax

Image Credits

Cover Illustration by Audrey May Erickson | Black Cat posters and Bernie Wrightson illustration via Golden Age Comic Book Stories | Cat Skeleton by Alisongrl | All other photographs by the author


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DYE “Fantasy” Official Video by JEREMIE PERIN (nsfw)

Tigersushi and Excuse My French are pleased to present the new video for DyE’s new single, Fantasy. Directed by animation wunderkind Jérémie Périn, the video tells the story of a group of highschool kids ready for teenage mischief. They break into the local swimming pool intending a session of innocent nightswimming, in an awkward climate of romance and apprehension. What happens next is for you to discover here. nsfw.

Directed by Jérémie Périn
Written by Laurent Sarfati & Jérémie Périn
Artistic Direction by Mikael Robert

Produced by Excuse My French / PH & Tigersushi
Executive Producer : Constance Guillou
Production Coordinator : Perrine Schwartz
Commissioner : Jill Caytan

“Fantasy” is taken from the DyE album TAKI 183.


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Mixes from the Dungeon (i)

Yes, I know: This week’s return of HEXES featured no less than three (3) exquisite mixes. But these are mixes that I myself assembled during the Main Site’s period of darkness, and I have been told they are not half bad.

The Wicker Dalek Mix

(Yeah, it officially became “The Wicker Dalek” sometime over the summer.)

Twelve tracks including music by Agalloch, Epica, and Kemper Norton. electronic ambient doom metal doctor who



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Happy Birthday, Shooting Star

Julia Margaret Cameron The Echo 1868

Our Lady of Wisdom

Drink a Cup from Cerridwins Caldron
The Holy Grail of Immortality

A Cup to the Wise, the Poet, the Bard
So the words be not Forgotten

Hail to thee Great One
Who stirs the Caldron of Death and Rebirth

Brother Wolf trots at thy Heel
To sing thee his Mournful Song

The Seasons Change with thy Hand
The Corn ripens with thy Smile

Both Ends of Fate are thy Domain
Both Life and Death feel thy Hand

The Garden Path knows thy Tread
Mother ,in Natures Green Dress

The Alchemist Deep in his Lair
Knows too your Loving Kiss

Great Mistress of the Hearth of Life
We Hail to Thee this Night

May We Drink ever Deep
Of Thy bounty of Wondrous Light

Pagan and Proud of it